William Carlos Williams (Sep 17, 1883 - Mar 04, 1963)



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Poemas de William Carlos Williams
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When I am alone I am happy.
The air is cool. The sky is
flecked and splashed and wound

ALL those treasures that lie in the little bolted b …
Mightier than the room of the stars, being secret a …
All those treasures—I hold t...

I must tell you
this young tree
whose round and firm trunk

They tell me on the morrow I must leave
This winter eyrie for a southern flight
And truth to tell I tremble with delight

It is a willow when summer is over,
a willow by the river
from which no leaf has fallen nor

I bought a dish mop—
having no daughter—
for they had twisted